The Story of the Boy and the King (from Al-Quran, in Surah al-Burooj)

There was a king who had a sorcerer, and when that sorcerer became old, he said to the king, “I have become old and my time is nearly over, so please send me a boy whom I can teach magic.” So, the king sent him a boy and the sorcerer taught him magic. Whenever the boy went to the sorcerer, he sat with a monk who was on the way and listened to his speech and admired them.

Being Proactive Leads to Success

Two sons work for their father on the family's farm. The younger brother had for some years been given more responsibility and reward, and one day the older brother asks his father to explain why? The father says, "First, go to the Jon's Farm and see if they have any Geese for sale - we need to add to our stock." The older son soon returns with the answer, "Yes they have five Geese, which they are ready to sell to us."

An Assortment of Cups: A Story

A group of working adults got together to visit their University lecturer. The lecturer was happy to see them. The conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Then, the lecturer went to the kitchen to get an assortment of cups - some porcelain, some in plastic, some in a glass, some plain looking and some looked rather expensive and exquisite.

Shaykh of Tariqa

Around the turn of the century, Shaykh Mahboob was on his way to the pilgrimage in Mecca, on a camel caravan from Syria. He was accompanying his teacher, Shaykh Ahmed Mekki. The journey took three months and along the way, there were many difficulties, non-the least desert robbers....

Whoever Donates Something Today Will Benefit From It Tomorrow.

A women entered upon ‘A’ishah (the wife of the Prophet Muhammad), and her hand was paralyzed. She said, “O mother of the Believers, I went to sleep yesterday and my hand was healthy, and I woke up and it was paralyzed. ‘A’ishah said, “How is that?” She said, “I had wealthy parents, and my Father used to pay zakat, host guests, and give to beggars, and he did not see any good except that he would do it. As for my mother, she was stingy, and did nothing good with my Father’s wealth. Then my Father died, and my mother died only two months after him. So I saw my Father in a dream last night, and he was wearing two yellow garments and in front of him was a flowing river. I said, “Father, what is this?’ He said, “Whoever does good in this life will see it, this is what Allah has given me.” I said, “What has happened to my mother?” He asked, “Your Mother dies?” I said, “Yes”.....